The Creatures · Relic 19/30
Moth
A chrome death's-head hawk moth, red-eyed, wings spread.
Drawn to the light that burns it.
Fame is a bulb and you are the wing.
The death's-head wore the warning on its back and flew anyway.
The clout-chaser, the fame-seeker. Precise and beautiful and flying straight at the thing that will destroy it. The skull on the back is not a warning. It is a description.